This is a song about "Dead babies"

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Because i'll eat yo babies

I hope not because i cant be dealing with little babies,

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Home to asthmatic babies in her tenement

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

We was her babies, she just wanted to hold us

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

Babies are visible lets keep this visual before i'm become vengeful and

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Try to adjust as you constantly fuss like babies teething

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Handicapping amass babies